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Wilted Flowers

Chapter Twelve

If I Look At You, I'll Die

Prim's POV

After I discovered Peeta's plan, I had to come up with one on my own. I couldn't just ignore him, because he may figure out I know his strategy. I decided I would act as if I knew nothing. When in reality I knew his whole scheme. I would do whatever he told me to do, and then eventually kill him without him knowing.

It's not much, but it's something to work with. I eat a very light breakfast of buttered toast and orange juice then walk down to the Training Center alone, arriving before even Peeta wakes up. A few other tributes have arrived too, including Rue.

I don't pay attention to her, just giving her a half-hearted wave and going to a station. But today I don't try to train, I focus on the other tributes, since I haven't been paying attention to them much. As I'm practicing my knots I take time to notice the other people.

I see a monstrous boy who looks like he weighs two hundred pounds or more. He could just step on me and kill me. The other monsters are the tributes from districts, 1 and 4, classic Career tributes. One of them will most likely win. Peeta could very likely join them if he wanted to.

In fact, I'm surprised he hasn't. The girl tribute from District One, is a beauty queen. She's gorgeous from head to toe. Flowing blonde hair, provocative body, I think I know what her interview outfit is going to be. The District Two female is tall, strong, and menacing.

The others just look mediocre, average tributes that usually die in the bloodbath. The only other people who make any impression whatsoever is the District Eleven male tribute who's a beast, but is very quiet, unlike the others who talk and laugh among themselves.

Then there's Rue and I, and we only make an impression because we're the tiniest, easy pickings. I finish my knot and move on to shelters. Peeta shows up and comes up to me. I act normally and try to make small talk, which quickly dies out. We just focus on the task at hand. After I have mastered spear throwing, which took quite a lot of practice, I ask the question that's been bugging me.

"What are you doing for you private session?" I whisper, nervous. The private sessions take place on the last day of training where you show the Gamemakers your skill. Then they give you a rating, ten being the best, one being the worst. This gives the tributes an idea of each other.

I have an idea of what I'll do, but I'm not sure if it'll work. Peeta looks at me. "I don't know, probably throw around some heavy objects, you?" he asks. I shrug my shoulders and go back to ignoring him. I'm not meaning to, but after I figured out his plan, it's been hard not to.

I hear him sigh and go back to work too. At lunch he catches me off guard. "What's your family like?" He asks, in the middle of me eating pumpkin soup. I almost spit it back out. Why in the world does he want to know about my family?

"I'd rather not talk about it, Peeta." I say, then go back to my soup and ignore the rest of his attempts to get me to speak. As we're heading back to our floor, Peeta stops me.

"What's the problem, Prim? Just yesterday you were talking to me all the time and smiling, and now you're ignoring me and acting as if I don't exist. Did I do something wrong?" he asks, real hurt in his blue eyes. I can't look at him. But finally my conscience breaks down and I spill everything to him.

I turn away and kneel down, wrapping my arms around my knees. "I just can't act happy around you, Peeta, not anymore. I've figured out your plan, and I know you're going to kill me. Everyone is probably thinking, 'Oh look, a tiny twelve-year-old, we can kill her first.' And you know what, they're right! I am going to die in the bloodbath, because nobody cares if I die! You never wanted to ally with me, you just wanted to get inside my head and make me trust you so you could stab me in the back, literally, when the gong sounds and all hell breaks loose! I can't look at you because I know that if I do, I'll die." I cry, tears streaming down my eyes.

Peeta is silent. Then I hear him right by my ear. "If you didn't trust me, why did you ally with me?" he whispers, then I hear him press the button and we woosh up.

A/N: I know it's short, but short chapters are kinda my thing. I know her rant didn't quite make sense, but she's twelve! Review please please please!